v2 Chapter 80： : the legendary guy

pps: Despite being very ashamed, Bear has to explain something here. Today is October 1st, and Xiaoxiong didn't think that his best friend was on vacation. He just came to play today, so the update was late. But a manly man, Xiao Xiong does what he says. Since it is said that there will be more updates today, there will definitely be. No matter what time it is, I'll have it for you today!

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Silly!

The players on the Tokyo team are really stupid.

Left-hand pitchers, among all pitchers, were originally that rare and extremely rare existence.

In front of this Conrad, the ball speed is at least 150 kilometers. Coupled with his slender body and arms, the entire pitching route was like playing a drifting Ferrari.

There is no way you can hide, let alone predict.

The players on the Tokyo team, although all of them are arrogant and arrogant.

But not to the point of being ignorant.

It is precisely because their level is high enough that the judgment is more accurate.

The proud people of the Tokyo team quickly made a judgment in their own hearts.

Even with their strength, it is definitely not an easy task to hit this kind of ball.

Not to mention, hits and points in a row.

This is simply an impossible task!

The players on the Tokyo team seem to have no hope of scoring.

On the other hand, North American players are imposing.

Conrad's performance was so good, the morale of the North American players was inevitably boosted.

Plus the game, lost so many points.

Each of their players sincerely wants to recover the score.

The momentum of the entire North American team seems to be stronger.

The dignified atmosphere seemed to be swallowing people alive.

Even if these players of the Tokyo representative team have not yet played the game, they have also felt the enormous pressure.

"The morale of the opponent has been completely mobilized!"

Before the pitch, Miyuki said suddenly.

At this time, he can choose the object of active communication, which is naturally the pitcher Sawamura Eijun.

"It doesn't matter..."

Sawamura Eijun had an indifferent expression on his face.

Although there are many powerful players on the North American team, they obviously didn't have much preparation for today's game.

The corner of Sawamura Eijun's mouth showed a bit of a cold smile.

In such a game, the opponent was so negligent.

No wonder he was ruthless.

In terms of Sawamura Eijun's current strength, if the opponent does not do a lot of intelligence reconnaissance in advance.

There is no qualification to fight him at all.

The current Sawamura Eijun has such confidence.

Over the years, he has not been idle, and has been working hard to improve his strength.

In terms of Sawamura Eijun's current strength, unless those super talented players are super strong.

If ordinary people have not done a lot of intelligence analysis in advance and come up with mature enough countermeasures, it is impossible to hit Sawamura Eijun's ball.

Sawamura has such confidence.

And the facts prove it.

"nice shot!"

"nice shot!!"

"nice shot!!!"

"strike out!!"

There is no need to cast any too tricky changing balls. Just the pitching posture that can't see the ball is enough for these players in North America to drink a pot.

They had never seen a pitch like this before.

Because of the lack of sight of the ball release point, seeing Sawamura Eijun's pitch from the hitting area is actually much faster than Sawamura Eijun's real pitch.

Just getting used to this is enough for these players in North America to drink a pot.

Not to mention Eijun Sawamura's own straight ball, which is also very distinctive.

North American hitters who want to take aim.

Not an easy task.

The speed of the ball itself is 145 kilometers, and after adding the pitching posture that the ball cannot be seen.

The batter played against Sawamura Eijun without any psychological preparation, and it was almost the same as playing a 155-kilometer ball.

With such a fast ball speed, North American batters have no way to adapt.

The batters waved their bats over and over again, hoping to hit Sawamura's pitch.

But where is it so easy?

The small white ball crossed the strike belt faster than the bat, and with an indomitable momentum, slammed into the catcher's glove.

"Snapped!"

"nice shot!!"

"nice shot!!!"

"strike out!!"

"strike out!!!!"

At this time, Sawamura Eijun seemed to have completely turned on the horsepower switch, and struck out one after another to hit the lower batters in North America.

The ambition that had just risen in the hearts of North American players was suppressed by Sawamura Eijun mercilessly.

One by one, they looked at the man on the pitcher mound.

An indescribable sense of despair began to fill their hearts.

It's over, it's over now...

Although Conrad's performance on the mound was excellent, they also successfully controlled the offense of the Tokyo team But with the score gap already widened, as long as they can't get out of Tokyo When the team's shooting partner scores points, everything is meaningless.

And what they felt from Sawamura Eijun was despair.

There was no hope of defeating Eijun Sawamura at all.

North American players were stunned.

Fortunately, they didn't get nothing...

The players of these North American teams are still of a certain level. At this time, they have almost figured out the characteristics of Sawamura Eijun's pitching.

"Because the body is naturally soft, coupled with that weird pitching posture, does it completely block the pitching point?"

"It's not just that, because you can't see where you put the ball, and the ball, which is already very fast, looks faster."

"I didn't expect that there are such players in the Tokyo team."

"These three pitchers are really stronger than one."

On the North American side, not everyone has not learned about the players on the Tokyo team through the Internet.

One of them, who knew about it, muttered.

"This is the legendary Great Demon King..."

As long as you browse the website of high school baseball, the name Sawamura Eijun can't get around.

Originally, the player from North America thought it was the reporter from the island country who was bluffing and bragging.

So he didn't tell the team's supervisors and teammates about the intelligence he observed.

Unexpectedly, in the end, it turned into an eternal hatred.

The strength of the Great Demon King Sawamura Eijun was even stronger than he thought.

Three outs, three strikeouts.

The game came to the second half of the sixth inning, and it was the Tokyo team's turn to attack.

The one who took the lead in the strike zone was the fourth team from the Tokyo team, Eijun Sawamura!

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